Does gravity make me stronger?

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Just as he was about to tear open the bread packaging and prepare to enjoy it, he heard a "whoosh" sound.

Hachiman instinctively looked to his left.

On the same Nagasaki map, in the furthest spot from him, a strange girl dusted herself off and then casually sat down.

Hey, are you tired of living if you're willing to sit on a bench with a goblin?

That year, it was a baseball game, played on a bench.

It seemed as if the system had directly triggered the keyword, and it started rambling incoherently.

Hachiman wasn't used to sitting in the same chair as others, so as he was about to get up and change chairs, the girl next to him said, "Excuse me."

"how?"

Hachiman replied warily, tiptoeing quietly, ready to run away at any moment.

Could it be another troublemaker?

Fortunately, the gravity value above the other person's head was very low, so it seemed that she was at least not a female.

Looking at the other person more closely, Hachiman recalled the scene from that morning.

This person, I think his name is Shiromaru, I also remember him as the student council president of Soubu High School.

"Hey, your school's cultural festival is really amazing!"

While Hachiman was pondering, Shiromai gave him a very friendly smile and said, "Our school is going to hold a cultural festival soon."

Is the General Staff High?

Yes, that's right.

"Oh, then good luck, senior."

Hachiman maintained a distance, attempting to end the conversation there.

"Oh, classmate, do you know?"

Shiromaru slumped in his chair and complained, "A few years ago, there was a really amazing senior who organized a super fun cultural festival."

Seriously, Yukinoshita-senpai, you're so amazing, what am I supposed to do...?

Hachiman glanced at Shirogane without making a sound.

Well, that kind of thing does happen.

For example, a certain cultural festival was very well organized, and everyone thought it was the beginning of its peak, but the following festivals were a complete disaster.

Such a comparison will naturally make the audience feel cheated.

Judging from what Shiromaru said, was she worried that her cultural festival performance wouldn't be as good as that of her senior?

Hachiman didn't answer directly, but paused for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Don't worry about it. Only a few people will remember what that senior achieved. New students will enjoy any cultural festival they attend."

"Wow, I didn't realize you were so good with words, young man."

Shiromaru made a joke, then chuckled, "Indeed, just like you said, but I still want to organize an interesting cultural festival."

"Oh."

"There are many things we can learn from this year's Haneoka Academy cultural festival."

Really?

For example, exploiting ordinary students to become volunteers?

You're awesome!

The two did not speak again. Shirokawa was lost in thought, while Hachiman ate his bread in large mouthfuls.

In the afternoon, he needed to go to the record store.

According to Sawamura, the purpose was to help promote the record company's masterpiece, but this thing was basically given away for free, so what was there to promote?

You don't even want things that are given away for free?

Your expectations are a bit too high.

At least in Hachiman's opinion, that album was pretty good, at least better than some of the low-quality pop songs online.

At noon, the temperature was approaching 30 degrees Celsius, and it was quite hot even when sitting in the shade.

Therefore, Hachiman sped up his eating.

After swallowing the last bite of bread, he lifted his bottom, got off the bench, and walked silently toward the special teaching building without saying goodbye.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, causing Hachiman's bangs to fly wildly. As he pressed down his dancing hair, he suddenly heard someone speak behind him.

"Hey students, would you like to be invited to our school's upcoming cultural festival?"

Hachiman replied without hesitation, "No!"

"Well, I think this is a great idea."

Cheng Huixun leaned back in her chair, wailing, and one couldn't help but want to pinch her cheek.

Hachiman sat back down on the bench and stated expressionlessly, "Leaving aside our school's cultural festival for now, generally speaking, as the organizer, shouldn't the first consideration be whether the students of your school can have fun?"

"Inviting other schools may bring a sense of novelty at the moment, but it also takes up too much energy and time, thus increasing the burden on the cultural festival staff."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if the senior has a dictatorial style."

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of domineering person," Cheng Huixun said speechlessly.

"Hehe, I'm just offering my thoughts as a former volunteer."

Hachiman touched his cheek and gave a bitter smile.

"In short, what I want to say is that seniors should not try to imitate others, but just have their own style."

Do you have your own style?

Was this boy trying to comfort me and tell me not to dwell too much on Yukinoshita-senpai's matter?

Why beat around the bush? Just say it directly.

Shiromaru stared blankly at Hachiman for a long while before finally replying, "Classmate, you're so kind."

After saying that, she stood up from her seat and patted the dust off her skirt.

"Thank you for your valuable advice, classmate. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

"I'm sorry, this is a matter of personal privacy."

Hachiman crumpled the plastic bag of bread into a ball, stuffed it into his pocket, paused for a moment, and then said again, "But my sister might go to Soubu High School in the future, so I hope you can hold a successful cultural festival."

Cheng Huixun raised his fist: "Of course!"

...two

The cultural festival stipulates that each club must set up a special event.

The record department was no exception.

However, due to equipment limitations, the record store could only provide a simple listening service.

In addition, Sawamura Kaze pioneered a self-service listening service. No one was in charge; as long as it was from the record department's collection, you could listen to whatever you wanted.

It sounds interesting at first, but unfortunately, this bold design did not attract much foot traffic.

However, quite a few of the free CDs that were included as a bonus were taken.

Only after the last student walked out of the door did Hachiman slowly step into the record club's room.

In the already small record department, many of the most treasured records were neatly placed on the table, and the space felt even more cramped because of the several record players.

Hachiman casually moved a seat next to the record player, then took out a rock-style CD and put it in.

The speakers automatically played songs from the record.

"Always alone, no matter what?"

"Have you forgotten your destiny all this way?"

It's a song I've never heard before, but the singer's voice is very easy to recognize.

"I didn't expect you, Hikigaya, to like Utada Hikaru's 'Deep River'."

As Utada Hikaru sang the lyrics in her unique voice, Sawamura Kaze entered the room. She picked up the record's packaging with one hand and said nostalgically.

"I received this record when I was in elementary school. It is a very valuable record to me."

Hachiman looked back and saw Sawamura Kaze walking in from outside the door.

"Has the minister enjoyed collecting records since he was a child?"

Sawamura Kaze shook his head: "Not really. Back then, I simply liked listening to music. I only started collecting records in junior high school."

A person's hobbies often originate in childhood; perhaps it's a simple melody or a touching lyric that can deeply attract a person.

"There are headphones over there. You can put them on and listen. The sound quality should be better."

Sawamura Kaze pointed to the black headphones on the corner of the table.

Although Hachiman doesn't know much about the HiFi scene, he can tell from the design of the headphones that they won't be cheap.

Worried about damaging the headphones, Hachiman shook his head and insisted on listening to music through the speaker.

After waiting for a while, Xiangzi finished his work at the coffee shop and came to the record department.

The two stared at each other intently as soon as they met, and then, after a few seconds, turned their faces away at the same time.

"You two... confessed your feelings?"

Sawamura Kaze watched the two of them with great interest, licking his lips.

I want to see this frog!

"..."

The two remained silent.

Sawamura Kaze was just joking at first, but their current behavior has confirmed her guess.

"Are you serious? Honestly, I don't want to be a third wheel."

The thought of having another pair of dog lovers in the clubroom made Sawamura Kaze's fists clench.

As a boy, Hachiman felt he needed to be more assertive, so he took the initiative to clarify, "Captain, please stop joking with me. Do I look like someone who would have the courage to confess?"

Sawamura Kaze gave Hachiman a deep look and nodded slightly: "That's true..."

"I still hope you'll disagree with this."

"You bastard, are you right or wrong? Confess now!"

Enraged, Sawamura Kaze swung his strong arm and locked Hachiman's throat.

"Minister, let go! I'm suffocating!"

Hachiman's face turned bright red, finding it hard to believe that Sawamura Kaze, who possessed such great strength, was actually a girl.

Even Arnold isn't as good as you.

Fortunately, Sawamura Kaze wasn't really going to hurt her; she just gave her arm a token squeeze before letting go.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Wait a minute, what happened to your nose? Why is it bleeding?"

Seeing blood starting to seep from Hachiman's nose, Sawamura Kaze froze.

She only used a little force, how did she manage to make Hikigaya's nose bleed?

Did I really master it?

"Paper, quick, get some paper!"

Xiangzi reacted quickly, took out a few sheets of paper from the cardboard box, and carefully wiped away the bloodstains for him.

"Hachiman, your physique is too weak, you can't even handle it in a little while?"

"That's your problem, Minister," Hachiman said resentfully.

"Ah, this is my fault." Sawamura Kaze stuck out her tongue, although this gesture was anything but cute coming from a muscular man... woman.

"Well, we've sent out quite a few records already. This afternoon, we can continue with the self-service listening mode. You two should go and relax."

Sawamura Kaze adopted the demeanor of a senior and offered earnest advice.